Cut Slice And Dice

Depression leads to cutting.

I cut I slice I dice I bleed

I let my blade take the lead

I dont want to live

I have nothing left to give

My heart and soul are dead

Because of something they said

I take a breath and cut some more

Watching my blood hit the floor

I feel so weak

As tears fall from my cheek

And as i take my last breath i reach for you

But your not there

Its okay im used to it 

Because no one ever really cared

Reviews

[Dom]

Well done! I liked the ryhme scheme. It was very well written. :)